CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Drunken Storm 1

I walk around this f**kin planet feeling boxed in
That hardship not only makes most of my days blue
What can a n***a do, pull out some brew
Every rhyme is for real, and I'ma break these Adams
Richard Lewis - beaucoup, where is he? No clue

Finesse is running this, you don't want none of this
These lyrics got em all mad at we are us
In the mix full ah tricks and they phony
When the time comes, when the time runs out
I'm cross country like Sony triple like Tony

Check me out now
I guess things done changed
So he won't know
Chemical imbalance, flow dumb, mentally challenged
The game ain't about who talented
Check it out, just check it out
No doubt, I got Talent

For once again she's overheard
Hot like potatoes, hair in your gators
Get on the dancefloor, girl, ya hear?
I don't associate with haters
I'm motivated by the haters
And ladies, beware of those talkative brothers
At 'cha neighbours - Jamaican rum, no chaser